It makes me feel dirty.

In a factory I’d excuse it,

but here?

I reselect my spot

to erase it from my consciousness.

I settle into my warm up.

It looks at me, an eye

with a hairy brown pupil.

I go inward.

As we raise our Steeple Mudra

to the sky it is a dark cloud.

I lift my gaze up in Cow.

It is a butcher.

In Triangle, I point to it.

A warning.

During Supine Twists, I try

to kick it off the ceiling.

I bristle at bowing before it

in Humble Warrior.

As my yoga teacher spreads my

third eye open in Savasana

I see it is a stain.

My negative perceptions

are replaced

by acceptance.

Still, I’ll mention it

on the way out.

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